In the hazy mist, a small classical-style building is hidden deep in the scattered branches and leaves. It is two stories high and has a rather ancient style. The mottled gables and sloping roof are covered with green vines, and the palm-sized leaves are tightly
They were clustered together, covering the windows and porches, and the wind blew by, causing a slow sound of waves. Because the fog was too humid, dew had begun to condense on some leaves, which looked quite natural and interesting.
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But Neville was not here to admire the architecture. She asked Leticia to wait outside the house for the time being, while she observed around the small building. She found no trace of the night watchman, but she found two traces on the ground in front of the door.
The tracks made by the carriage and the soil turned out are still very fresh, and it seems that they were left not long ago. But Professor Heinrich is receiving guests in the mansion, and without his permission, no one else will
Dare to approach this small building without permission.
So the question is, who is the person in the carriage?
A member of the Witches' Guild?
The countess was alert. At this moment, the voice of her good granddaughter came from beside her: "What's wrong, grandma, why don't we go in?"
When she turned around, she saw Leticia squatting next to her, blinking her clear ruby eyes, trying to look innocent, as if to say: I didn't run around, it was all because grandma was too late.
, so I just came to see the situation.
Neville was immediately speechless, but the current situation did not allow her to teach her granddaughter a lesson, so she explained briefly and concisely: "There is someone else in the house, who may be a member of the witch association."
What's so confusing about this?
Leticia stretched out five white and tender fingers, made a knife gesture, and slashed fiercely: "Then I'll kill him!"
"kindness?"
Neville looked unkind, and Leticia quickly changed her words: "Ah, I, I mean, I'm going to knock him out, so he won't find us sneaking in!"
Neville's face softened a little, but she still shook her head: "It's too risky. Let me go in first to check the situation. Leticia, you will be responsible for picking me up from behind. If you encounter any unexpected situation, you should give priority to escaping.
Just remember, if it’s an enemy I can’t deal with, you have no chance of winning, do you understand?”
Leticia pouted, as if she was dissatisfied that grandma underestimated her ability. Even if it was an enemy that grandma couldn't deal with, if she added me, she might have a chance of winning. Despite this, she was quite capable of facing Neville.
Under the oppressive gaze, she could only nod and reluctantly agreed. Her little arms couldn't twist her long legs. Could she still disobey her grandma?
Neville rushed her granddaughter outside to take charge of the security, while she went around to the back of the house. She did not plan to enter through the front door because it was too dangerous. Since Professor Heinrich could dispatch the magic knights of the Night Watch to patrol nearby,
, can't you arrange some secret mechanisms in your residence? Even if these mechanisms cannot pose any threat to Neville, just making a noise is enough to make her infiltration operation fail.
Similarly, the Countess had no intention of entering through the window or balcony, because climbing over the eaves and windows was a job only done by burglars, and it was not in line with the noble status and elegant demeanor of a Dark Night vampire.
What she used was a simpler and more direct method: the countess took out a silver pen directly from her coat pocket, unscrewed the pen cap, and drew two vertical lines and one horizontal line on the wall, forming a simple
The pattern of the door. So the next moment, something magical happened: within the marked range, the wall that was supposed to be made of masonry gradually blurred, became transparent, and finally simply disappeared, and a wall that was just enough to accommodate
The doorway through which one person passed through was opened in front of the countess, unobstructed.
If others saw this scene, they would definitely shout that this is impossible. To be honest, the countess herself was shocked by its actual effect. She was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She put the silver pen back into her pocket and whispered to herself
He said: "Miss Rorona's alchemy tools are indeed somewhat magical."
Fortunately, Rorona said that this thing is only effective on dead things and has no effect on living creatures. Otherwise, Neville would not be able to imagine how evil a prop it would become. I am afraid it would be the same as those notorious ones in history.
The obvious holy relics are not much different.
When they faced the Judgment Holy See's position blockade in the Xugen Swamp, if they had had this pen, they wouldn't have been so embarrassed.
While feeling emotional, Neville did not forget the business. She walked through the doorway drawn with a pen and entered the backyard of the house. It looked like a garden, but it was still neglected due to the season. There were even flowers in the flower beds.
There was not a single flower, only lush weeds and shrubs growing wildly, and ancient cypress trees standing majestically, with their crowns so high that they almost touched the roof.
Neville restrained her breath, floated up like a shadow, and quietly got under the window sill. She observed the situation in the house through the window, but found no trace of human beings, not even the smell of human activity. Was it her own imagination, or was it?
That guy has already left?
She thought about it and felt that there was no use in struggling here, so she might as well go in and take a look. Moreover, she trusted her own talent of perception. As a demigod vampire, her ability in this area was even better than the magic power that the Order relied on.
The detection device needs to be even more sensitive. If there is something really wrong in this room, if it deceives her sense of sight and smell, it will never deceive her intuition.
She no longer hesitated, took out her pen and followed the same pattern, entering the first floor of the mansion from the backyard. This was a very ordinary hall. Apart from the luxurious decoration, there was nothing else worth paying attention to. However, the luxurious decoration was very important to Wallenhild.
As for the countess of the family, she can also be classified as ordinary, so in general, everything is unremarkable.
Sneaking in smoothly, without attracting the attention of the patrolling guards (because they all sent it), and without triggering the magical mechanism that protects the mansion (because they did not take the usual route), everything was perfect. Next, it was time to find Professor Heinrich.
It’s a secret study. Since it is a secret study, it will definitely not be exposed on the surface. It is a secret room that requires opening the mechanism to enter. Regarding this aspect, Neville has no experience, and time does not allow her to go through it inch by inch.
Search the entire mansion. Fortunately, you can still use the alchemy tools kindly provided by Miss Lorena here.
The Countess reached out and fumbled around in her arms, and when she took it out again, there was already a... er, toy bird in her hand.
Although the workmanship is exquisite and lifelike, it can still be seen from many details - such as the body with a faint brass luster, the feathers outlined with silver thread or the shining eyes carved with two broken diamonds.
The little bird in her hand, whose scientific name is the flower-tailed sparrow, is not a living thing, but a man-made handicraft. Maybe it will be very popular with children in a doll shop, but it will not be met by individual collectors who like this kind of object.
Stingy and high price, but what can a little bird do?
The answer is yes.
Neville put her mouth to the head of the flower-tailed bird doll and whispered something. The next moment, something magical happened again: the clicking sounds of gears running and pistons starting came from the bird's body, followed closely.
, it actually flapped its silver wings and flew up without anyone controlling it, and its movements were agile and free, with no trace of the sluggishness and jerkiness of man-made objects. The small flower-tailed bird circled Neville's head.
After flying three times, it suddenly spun and flew towards the second floor without hesitation. Neville quickly caught up and followed closely behind.
What she said to the toy bird was: Help me find the location of Professor Heinrich's secret study.
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A minute later, in a bedroom on the second floor, Neville held a flower-tailed bird doll that was preening its feathers in both hands, facing the open hole in the floor and a downward staircase, silent.